Climbing is becoming a divided ground nowadays. Some like the indoor flavour: A nice thick mat and a rich espresso, well lit, cool, and sociable.
As the climbing competition season comes to an end, what better time than to conduct another interview with one of our athletes, to get all the gossip from the year, and hear how the absurdity of t
So you’ve had enough of smelly, sweaty hire shoes. A combination of hurting when they are too small and being baggy and damn right pointless when they are too big.
When we are children, we run everywhere. We run down the stairs, across the park, our parents around the bend. But when did we stop? When did it become uncool to run everywhere?
In recent years, my progress in climbing has been wrought more through maxims of non-action than it has through ones of action.
On a grey, bleak morning in Bristol, I met up (via the medium of Zoom) with BananaFingers ambassador and member of Team GB, Gwyneth Uttley.
When I was 8 years old, I attended a birthday party at what was, at the time, the only wall in Bristol. No one in my family climbs, so I hadn’t been exposed to the sport before this.
The sun begins to set. A thousand yellow domes crowd the neighbouring bends, hollows, rises and folds of the hills around me.
It’s been a month now since the climbing gyms opened in England. Already it feels like people are getting more confident and the centres are getting busier.
Perhaps a nice way to begin this habit of blog writing is to think a little about why I am creating it.